I saw my boy do the only thing he could do tonight. He needed to do something, there was nothing in the natural he could do, so he did what he has been taught. He called on the name of Jesus.
When he did that, he walked out into the wilderness and came back leaning on the arm of his Beloved. It is that simple.
I know that in the world of rationality, it does not "compute." It is not supposed to. If it made sense to humans, it would be a human thing. The thing is, when a human runs out of things that can be explained, they have nowhere to turn.
What is really joyous for me is that calling on the supernatural is not a place to turn in time of need. It is the normal place of abiding. It is the trusting place where all of the Christian spiritual life rests. My boy did not go panicking, desperate for an answer to a crisis. He just externalized the conversation that his spirit and the Spirit were already having.
Thank you, Father for this perfect place you have made, full of healing, wisdom, peace, joy, love, patience, goodness, kindness, longsuffering. Like a hot mineral spring where all of the various helpful minerals just soak into the pores and become part of the soaker. And thank you for my boy.
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